I won't take your pity, and i won't be ignored.
I don't want your money but i wouldn't mind to be adored.
I won't be forgotten, i won't be denied.
I won't be held guilty for anything i might've tried.

And there's no spooks around my door,
Paying my rent or sweeping my floor.
I never said things i never did mean,
Once or twice i've lied.

I've always been kind to women who have taken me in.
Sometimes you're a sinner, sometimes you just can't win.

I can't live forever, i can't be blamed for trying.
I can't beg forgiveness just because you won't find me crying.
I won't want you thinking i'm a gutless man.
Street fights they don't scare me, i avoid them when i can.

And there's no doubt about it, it's a pointless age built with men among rage.
It's hard to be the saint when you steal the best lines someone else implied.

I never been one to talk much, i've just lived in my skin.
Sometimes you're a loser, sometimes you just can't win.

I won't be a hound dog, i won't be a bust.
I can't compensate you for anything you might've lost.
I won't understand you, what's to understand.
You joined last night's choir, and me, i joined a band!

And there's no reason, just cold-hard facts,
Nothing's ever real and the truth just cracks.
I don't want this 'cause i've got mine,
And jealousy's not my style.

Someday i'll get bored and contemplate giving in.
Sometimes you're a same, sometimes you just can't win.

Composição: Jon Fratelli